Again, all this time goes by without writing. Lots of energy, lots of action– yet I have avoided writing. To be very honest, the invasion of knowing that Richard reads my journal, as I know I read his, like a frantic lunatic– gells my feelings. —- Desperate days. Days of no desperation at all.
August 24th, 1976
August 24th, 1976
August 24th, 1976
Again, all this time goes by without writing. Lots of energy, lots of action– yet I have avoided writing. To be very honest, the invasion of knowing that Richard reads my journal, as I know I read his, like a frantic lunatic– gells my feelings. —- Desperate days. Days of no desperation at all.